All labours draw hame at even, And can to others say, "Thanks to the gracious God of heaven, Whilk sent this summer day."

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat, The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat, To closer shades the panting flocks remove; Ye gods! and is there no relief for love?

The gloaming comes, the day is spent, The sun goes out of sight, And painted is the occident With purple sanguine bright.

Even bear-baiting was esteemed heathenish and unchristian: the sport of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence.

I had one bride come in last summer who absolutely did not want to cut costs on the flowers. If you have friends and family who can help out with other things, you can put your money into the things that are really important to you.